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I focused on it. My head hurt, and I still didn't know what happenedtoPaul.
"Please. What happened to the guy in the car with me?" I croaked out thewords.
"I'm sorry, Brooklyn. He was ejected from the car a few feet back. He didn't make it." Dr. Andrewslookedaway.
"Oh, my God." I sucked in abreath.
"Who was he?" Dr. Andrewasked.
"My ex-husband." Or was he my husband? Myheadhurt.
"You have any idea why he would drive off the road like that?" Dr. Andrewasked.
"He didn't want to be my ex-husband anymore," I said as tears dripped off my face onto Dr.Andrews.
"Oh, Brooklyn." He stepped up into the car again. "It's going tobeokay."
I let out a gut-wrenching sob that shook mybrokenbody.
I tried to move away from Dr.Andrews.
I needed to get outofhere.
I needed to get to Harrison, but the pain was too muchtobear.
I closedmyeyes.
Every move took so mucheffort.
I'd rest for a minute and then tryagain.
"In a minute. Tell Harrison I'll be there soon. I just need to rest a minute." It was the last thingIsaid.
"Brooklyn. Open your eyes. Don't . . ." The car shifted again. "Brooklyn. Dammit, Brooklyn," was the last thing Iheard.
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Harrison
I peeked at the clock on my phone again for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. I gave her an hour to finish dinner, ten minutes to get home, thirty minutes to get packed, and another ten minutes to drive to my place. If my calculations were correct, she should have been here twohoursago.
I didn't misunderstand. I had her. She responded to my command, and she was readytoobey.
She didn't have to protect me. I needed her, and she needed me. We needed each other. Why wasn't she here, inmyarms?
I tried calling her number again, and for the thousandth time, it went straight to voicemail. I grabbed my keys and headed toward the door but stopped. I threw them across the room, and they clanked to the floor and slid underneath mydresser.
"Ugh," I growled and screamed. I couldn't go get her. I told her she had to come to me, but if she didn't, what didthatmean.
I didn't even want to think about that as an option. I needed herherenow.
I paced, looked at the time, and then paced more. I spotted my golf clubs in thecorner.
When was the last time Iplayedgolf?
I grabbed my seven iron out of the bag and took some practice swings. I placed the club over my shoulder and fished my phone out of my pocket. I squeezed my eyes shut. Every image I didn't want to think about enteredmyhead.
That man had touched whatwasmine.
